Our perfect stay on Orcas Island ended yesterday. Hmmph… But here’s how the last couple of days looked:
We stepped back onto the ferry on Thursday and headed to San Juan Island to check out Friday Harbor – the mist rolling over the water that morning was beautiful (and again, a little bit like heaven, no?).
Friday Harbor was a bit touristy for our taste, but we had fun soaking in the sun and checking out the marina with the girls.
Elise was pretty taken with the seal that hung out right by the dock – she named him Sealy and got a big kick out of his whiskers.
We got back to Orcas just in time for naps all around, then wolfed down hearty helpings of Mitch’s spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. The wind picked up that evening and the weather really started to cool down, so we spread out a beach towel and had our ice cream in front of the fireplace instead of out on the deck. Ah, I love an ice cream picnic.
After a stop for sticky buns and scones at the bakery around the corner, we headed out on Friday morning to do a little kayaking. Mitch, Kathryn, and Elise grabbed their paddles and did some exploring in the Sound while Shane and I sat on the beach with Morgan and let her dump cups full of sand into our laps.
We all wondered how well Elise would take to the water, worrying that she may be nervous or bored, but the girl totally dug it – this smile quickly turned upside down once she realized her time in the boat was over.
Shane and I handed Morgan off to Mom and Dad and then took our turn in the water. Determined to make it around Obstruction Island in the allotted rental time, we paddled our hearts out. My biceps were on fire by the time we landed back at the beach 80 minutes later!
The rest of the day was quiet – quality deck time, a stop at the bookstore for a good cup of coffee, and another leisurely meal around the dinner table.
Elise pulled out her toy microphone at the end of the meal and interviewed each of us, wanting to know what our favorite part of the vacation had been. The past few days were full of so many good memories, but it was the little stuff that really stuck out – listening to the girls shriek with laughter as Mitch played monster and chased them around the house, watching Morgan giggle uncontrollably over a particularly silly game of peek-a-boo with Uncle Shane, curling up in front of the fireplace with a book and feeling so deeply, contentedly warm. Simple, lovely, good-for-my-soul kind of stuff.
We spent Saturday morning packing our things (sigh) and took one last stroll through town before heading back to our reality-bound ferry.
Au revoir, Orcas. Hope to see you again real soon.